Oak Machine Lyrics

Noble sun and mighty earth
Wound you in light and gave you birth
Skyward streaming through many an age
O beastof the Duir, with starry rage!
With oracle hand and Sacred Glade,
As a king you danced - in moonlight made
Mightier still in her silvery breath,
Freind to the holly through winter's death...
Wildwood heart, sweet Ghost of May,
Summer's lord, aglow
First-born from the shadow-wood
Where silken hammers blow!

There you watched, and there you sang,
Through the Battle of the Trees
O mystery in root and leaf
The breath of Arden's seas!